anil gupta's blog

besides a lake
some horses graze
grass is unkept
but then in its wildness
it
is refreshing
the stream is tamed
but the ripples go
sometimes out of control
a bird swallowed those ripples
and flew away
and then curtain in a clean window
has those waves imprinted

i am looking at these curtains
one day these looked so different
and then promise was betrayed

there are many flower beds
waiting to be nourished
let me focus on manuring them
i cannot succeed all the time
failing in some cases proves
genuinity of pursuit
i am happy
it is revealing so eloquently

truth is that one can not admit distractions
and the failed missions
blaming me will not help
i am moving on now

i admit
i cannot be deluding myself
any more

that a good turn will sooner
or later
reverberate
may be resonance is rusted now

i know you tried
to plant seeds of flowering shrubs
after all it had rained so late
but then how does it matter
if you ploughed the field
as if nothing growing there was of your liking
but do we weed out every thing we dont like
even if
it is meant to nourish our soul
and sprit

what an irony,
to be blamed for not being generous enough
and in the event of generosity
being blamed for being too generous
ah!!
no way
can one have a way though

i know you tried,

so what
if generosity is drained away
if wishes dont become horses
if camel of caring voices
does not walk through the
desert of pious desires

so what

vain rain
it is no pain
sing, dance
celebrate the cloud bursts
but dont remain
in cocoon of contrived
excuses
to smile
when one should really be crying
why do we cheat ourselves
why do we cross the bridge of naivete
why can not we respect
an authentic search
for meaningful
reciprocity
O! Mother Kaali
why are you testing basic faith
in fundamental
goodness
why
the clouds are drained
is the pain vain?

As if to prove
That my paints will not stick
You broke the rainbow
I tried hard
But will to have one’s way
Can sway
All the winds
Away
Punctured sails
Leaking boat
Broken rainbow and
Soluble paints
Nothing is allowed to work
May be Phoenix is determined to melt it’s wings

gaanth thodi dheeli si baandhi to hoti
hawaon ki marji se
kisee bujurg darji se
silkar kisee sukoon ki chaadar
apney anchaal mei us par,
koi awara si kavita paali to hoti
gaanth thodi dheeli si baandhi to hoti

moon weathers
quietly
the splashes of the darkness

don’t ever assume
the frustrated waves will ever break the
boundaries of glistening ball
with which winds played yesterday, till yesterday
but may have lost their way now

moon still shines
over every seedling
of love and compassion,
can it help if seeds that sought
refuge under asymmetric meanings
methods
means
are not spawned
can it, really?

leaves fallen
pink sky
purple eyes
swollen are the gates
reprimands flew
like flames from funeral pyre
strange smell
but then thats how
every touch when entered
in a double entry book of records
becomes an IOU

full (REd) moon
( has it fallen from the sky)
clouded window
rays refracted
waking alone
cup of coffee in office
slowly sipped
why did i let it cool a bit
what happened to the taste for
sizzling hot brew
may be the burns are still intact
may be the blisters betray
the trust, the cool
ice cubes had,
in my ability to hold the glass quietly
in hand for long
but that is all over
fingers are numb
lips quiver a lot
brew is not boiling
and the
ripples in the lake have reached
the
other end